Whoo-ah!

… A tail is in the tail. Hah!
Oh, but I still smell her…
Women! What could you say? Who made’em?
God must have been a fucking genius.
The hair… they say the hair is everything, you know.
Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls and just wanted to go to sleep forever?
Or... lips, and when they touched yours were like the first swallow of wine after you just crossed the desert.
Tits! Whoo-ah!
Big ones, little ones, nipples staring right out at ya, like secret searchlights. Mmm!
And legs… I don’t care if they are greek columns or second hand Steinways; what`s between’em…passport to heaven…
I need a drink.
Yes, Mr. Simms, there’s only two syllables in this whole wide world worth hearing:
Pussy.

Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade